Chapter 19 Ruthless He stared at her wound, his tone cold and indifferent, "Yes..."
Mu Qingheng slowly stepped forward.
Her spotless robes fluttered in the wind, revealing her unparalleled beauty, like an elegant and noble immortal.
He took three steps forward, his brows furrowing slightly: "Mengmeng, you..."
Yun Jiuyan's eyes were bloodshot. He turned around and shielded Mu Meng behind him, but before he could make a move, Mu Qingheng was already right in front of him. His large hand gripped Yun Jiuyan's throat tightly like an iron hoop.
The force was extremely fierce; Yun Jiuyan's throat bone even made a crisp sound, and his spiritual power was continuously annihilated in Mu Qingheng's palm.
"No!" Mu Meng cried out, grabbing Mu Qingheng's wrists tightly with both hands, trying to make him let go. "Let him go, let him go now!"
"You hurt her?" Mu Qingheng ignored Mu Meng, his eyes fixed on Yun Jiuyan like poisoned blades. "You dare hurt her? Today I will make you pay a hundredfold..."
His words came to an abrupt end.
Mu Meng bit Mu Qingheng's wrist hard and mercilessly, her blood staining his sleeve and dripping down.
Mu Qingheng frowned. No one knew how much hatred he felt when he returned here ahead of time and saw such a scene.
Yun Jiuyan was not dead.
In that instant, even though he hadn't heard Yun Jiuyan say or do anything to Mu Meng, he could almost guess what was going on. However, he wasn't sure how much Mu Meng actually believed.
However, when he saw the wounds on Mu Meng's body and the finger marks on his face, an emotion that surpassed all hatred filled his heart—he couldn't tell what it was, but it was probably a kind of hatred, disregarding everything, wishing he could inflict the cruelest punishments in the world on this person, tearing him to pieces and still not quenching his hatred.
Before Mu Meng could agree, Mu Qingheng lifted her chin with his free hand, frowning as he looked at her injury: "Mengmeng, don't move around. Go inside and lie down properly. Your brother will take care of this bad guy soon and then he'll treat your injuries." Judging from this, she believed him at least eighty percent.
He suppressed the dark and violent anger in his heart: "Mengmeng, don't believe him. He's a liar. He's not the Yun Jiuyan you know at all. All the rebels in Yunze Realm are dead."
Yun Jiuyan was so angry he almost vomited blood. He struggled desperately, but his spiritual power had been completely destroyed, and he couldn't break free from Mu Qingheng's iron grip.
Mu Meng felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Her bright eyes stared at Mu Qingheng, and tears welled up in her eyes: "He lied to me, but what about you?"
"Brother, didn't you lose all your spiritual power? You've only been cultivating for a few days, how come you've progressed so quickly?"
Mu Qingheng was stunned.
Mu Meng's words were like a handful of snow splashed on his head, making him instantly clear-headed—how could he have made such a basic mistake?
The hatred he felt just now was too intense. Ever since his heart, which had been as hard as stone, had become softer and softer, he couldn't bear to touch a single hair on Mu Meng's head. Her tragic appearance made him lose his composure—he only wanted to kill Yun Jiuyan, who had appeared out of nowhere and was not completely dead, but forgot the most basic pretense.
One wrong move and the whole game is lost.
After a long while, Mu Meng was heard to say softly, "Mu Qingheng, you have deceived me so badly."
Mu Qingheng slowly pursed his lips, his thick, raven-feather-like eyelashes casting small shadows under his eyes. His expression was unreadable, and there was only an almost solidified silence around him.
The things he had been carefully concealing were suddenly exposed to the light of day. He knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless.
He was just a hair's breadth away from creating a perfect dream for her, a dream she could indulge in for the rest of her life.
A deep chill suddenly rose in Mu Qingheng's heart: "You should not blame me, but him. If it weren't for him, you would never have suffered so much in your life."
Mu Meng stared at him in disbelief, forgetting even to shed tears, never expecting him to say such a thing.
Is this the true face of the brother she has always been so proud of and so worried about?
Now that things had come to this, Mu Qingheng actually released his grip. As soon as he was freed from the restraints, Yun Jiuyan immediately knelt on the ground, coughing incessantly.
After letting go, Mu Qingheng ignored them and walked to the main seat in the hall. He sat down leisurely, picked up a cup of tea that had gone cold with his long, pale hand, and slowly took a sip, his posture relaxed and composed.
Seeing his expression, Mu Meng felt a sudden alarm bell ring in her heart—after all these years, she knew Mu Qingheng's temper perfectly well, and he would only show such an expression when he was extremely disgusted by something but was also certain of victory.
Mu Meng helped Yun Jiuyan up. The two were now evenly matched; she was severely injured, while Yun Jiuyan had lost all his spiritual power. Mu Meng forced herself to calm down. She couldn't be afraid. Yun Zejing had suffered an unfortunate injustice throughout the ages, and she couldn't fail to protect her brother Jiuyan's life.
"Mengmeng, you're standing next to him, yet you're confronting me. Have you really thought this through?" Mu Qingheng suddenly said calmly.
Mu Meng looked at Mu Qingheng, her clear eyes bright and distinct. After a moment, she whispered, "This is between the two of us. Don't involve innocent people. Brother Jiu Yan is no longer capable of threatening you. Please don't kill him, okay?"
Mu Qingheng leaned forward slightly, seemingly listening intently, and finally smiled slightly: "Are you negotiating with me? What bargaining chips do you have?"
Yun Jiuyan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his body tensed instantly. Mu Meng noticed his anxiety and tightened her grip on Yun Jiuyan's arm slightly: "If you release him, I can give you the Crimson Heart Pill."
Mu Qingheng stared darkly at the two people's tightly clasped hands.
His smile was cruel, his tone like a knife: "Use what you give me?"
Before Mu Meng could answer, Mu Qingheng suddenly shook his head and chuckled, but his beautiful eyes held no smile, only a chilling light: "Mengmeng, Mengmeng, you are truly the good little sister I raised. You're so silly, it's almost cute. But it's not your fault, it's your brother's fault for never teaching you properly."
"When you have no usable chips left, you must carefully conceal your purpose, otherwise you will lose badly."
Mu Qingheng's words cut like knives into Mu Meng's heart; this was indeed the first time he had taught her a lesson.
Neither of them was a match for Mu Qingheng. Mu Qingheng effortlessly pulled their hands apart, stopped Mu Meng, picked her up horizontally, and gently placed her on the bed: "Mengmeng, you rest well, your brother will be back soon."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mu Qingheng casually and lazily grab Yun Jiuyan by the collar and drag him out of the house like a dead dog.
He will never let him go.
No...no...
Yun Zejing has already been wronged beyond redress; how could she allow Yun Jiuyan to suffer another devastating disaster?
The spiritual power cast on her wasn't strong, and Mu Qingheng didn't use too much force on her. Mu Meng gritted her teeth and desperately tried to break free from the restraints on her body time and time again.
With a "pfft," Mu Meng turned her head and vomited a mouthful of blood. She hurriedly wiped it away, rolled off the bed, and staggered out the door.
...
As the sun gradually sets in the west, this time of day is when the light from the desolate tomb is at its brightest, the setting sun like blood, turning the earth blood red.
As the saying goes, dusk is the time when demons appear.
Even in the past, though it was cold and desolate, one could still feel a gentle warmth. But now, all that remains is desolation and bleakness. It seems that every withered tree and every black stone has torn apart the cold gentleness, revealing its ferocious claws.
Despite his intense physical and mental pain, Mu Meng, filled with panic, continued to chase after them.
Following the scent, she caught up with Mu Qingheng in no time: "What do you want? What will it take for you to let Jiu Yan go? Tell me, and we can talk again, okay?"
"Don't do this, don't do this, stop, let's talk this out."
The wound in her chest was excruciatingly painful, and it tore slightly more as she walked, her clothes soaked in blood, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
Mu Qingheng ignored her completely, refusing to even glance at her no matter how much she cried and begged.
Moreover, the ferocity in his eyes deepened, and his pace gradually quickened.
Mu Meng was extremely anxious until he saw the endless cliff in front of him.
She was instantly horrified, spreading her arms to block Mu Qingheng's path: "What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"
Mu Qingheng said expressionlessly, "Get out of the way."
How could Mu Meng give in? She had no power or bargaining chips; the only thing she could do was stand firmly in front of him, pleading, "No! No! Brother, please don't do this! Brother, please wake up! You can't treat him like this!"
Is this her brother? Is this the brother who has doted on her since childhood? Or has another soul taken over? How could he be so cruel?
Mu Qingheng smiled and reached out to pinch Mu Meng's chin: "Why are you calling me 'brother' again? Weren't you just calling me Mu Qingheng?"
He stared at her wound, his tone cold, "Don't you feel any pain? Fine, I was just too soft-hearted towards you."
Mu Qingheng looked down at the disheveled Yun Jiuyan, who also looked back at him.
"He hurt you so badly, and you still plead for him like this. You really have a deep bond with him." Mu Qingheng tightened his grip. "But I said I would make him pay a hundredfold price."
Yun Jiuyan gazed deeply into Mu Qingheng's eyes.
He had long since given up struggling, his gaze returning to its former calm and sharpness. Finally, he closed his eyes and let out a soft laugh.
The laughter grew louder, and Yun Jiuyan threw his head back and laughed. He spoke, his voice distorted by his severe injuries: "Mu Qingheng...you are truly laughable...utterly laughable! Do you even know...why you hate me so much..."
Mu Qingheng ignored him completely. He reached out and put his arm around Mu Meng's slender waist. In an instant, the three of them were standing together at the edge of the endless cliff.
Looking down from Endless Cliff, all that can be seen is an endless expanse of black, unfathomable, like the gaping maw of a wild beast full of fangs.
The darkness was so intense that even the returning wind felt chilling and biting.
Mu Meng's face was already deathly pale. She struggled desperately, but couldn't break free from the large hand around her waist: "No! No! Brother, please let him go! I beg you... I'll do whatever you say! I'll give you anything you want! Please don't throw Brother Jiu Yan down..."
"Alright, that's enough," Mu Qingheng said in a cold voice, his gaze icy, the wind ruffling his hair. "Let him go, or will you wait for him to take you away, or for him to kill me? Mengmeng, I didn't want you to see this, but you came along yourself. If you're going to see it, then see it clearly."
They were only inches from the edge of the cliff. She struggled so fiercely that Mu Qingheng's hand around her waist tightened involuntarily.
"Mengmeng...don't cry..."
"Don't cry..."
Yun Jiuyan's voice broke as he smiled at her with his last strength: "Mengmeng...live on..."
A wave of heartache and reluctance washed over me; his Mengmeng...
She is so kind and innocent, and has been protected too much. How could she bear the pain of her world collapsing?
He was filled with regret. Mengmeng had twice ventured into Yunze Realm alone, and he hadn't shown himself both times because he wasn't confident he could kill her. If only he hadn't been blinded by hatred, he would have come out sooner to acknowledge her…
Perhaps many things that happened today would not have happened.
"Live on..."
"Mu Qingheng... I'll be waiting for you—"
Before Yun Jiuyan could finish his weak, feeble words, Mu Qingheng kicked him in the jaw.
With immense force, he plummeted straight down into the abyss and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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